Thursday, January 31, 2019
the curiosity of compassion
Ask about your enemy’s wounds and scars
Seek his hidden cause of trouble
Feed your enemy’s children
Learn their word for home
Repair their well.
Learn their sorrow’s history.
Trace their lineage of good.
Ask them for a song.
Make tea. Break bread
We have lost a jewel of great value
It slipped away somehow
While we were not looking
While our fingers threw,
Tweets like stones,
And we raged with righteousness,
It fell from our hearts and was gone
The curiosity of compassion
We listen and look
We react and respond
But we do not ask
Questions are the tools of empathy and understanding
Where did it come from, that hate that spews?
What was the genesis of that unfathomable thought?
Who, or what, wounded this one so badly?
What is this person’s story?
Who is this person?
Who is so much more than what I see or hear?
Understanding is not acquiescence
But it creates sacred space
In which connection and healing happen
That space in which that raging fool,
Is transformed into a deeply wounded person
Where anger is metamorphosed into pain
That space in which I gain access once again to my own heart
And can meet the other
As a fellow human being
With the curiosity of compassion
My eyes and heart are opened to the wonder and complexity
Of the precious soul in front of me
And to the wonder and complexity of my own soul
It should be no surprise that we have more stories of Jesus
Than stories of Jesus
I can think of very few times when I have “argued” my way into reconciliation
But I can think of many times
When over a meal
Or over a task (those who paint church basements together, come together)
Communion has been born
We live in a world full of shouting,
maybe it’s time to stop